A/N: WOOOOOOH! YAYAYAY! I'm happy :) Thank you for all my sexy reviews! Every time I read them, it puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day. No joke. It scares my parents, because I'm usually a complete emo sheep ;)

OOOOOH! Okay, question! Do you think that Blaise and Pansy should get together?

So yeah, there's gunna be a 'man chat' in here, so some of this will be in our favorite ferrets POV :D

Disclaimer: NO.

Chapter 7:

Draco's POV:

Did she seriously just kiss me on the cheek? For real? Like her lips came in contact with my cheek? Why is this giving me a tingly feeling?

"Hey dude. Why are you touching your cheek? What's up with the dazed expression?" I heard Blaise ask me once I stepped into the room. I hadn't even realized I still had my hand on my face, so I dropped it hastily.

"Granger just kissed me on the cheek. She called me Draco to my face, and kissed me on the cheek." I mumbled, lying on my bed with my hands under my head. "The last time she called me Draco was when we were thirteen, and we were at my mum's dinner party, so we were forced to be civil."

"Well, you enjoyed it, obviously. I mean, it's clear you like her." Blaise said, and I sat up as if my pillow had burned me.

"How do you know I like her?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at my best friend. He simply laughed and rested his head against the headboard.

"You can't keep your hands off her; you always stare at her like she's a bloody goddess, and you told me yesterday." He said, ticking each point off his fingers.

I tried to hide the color flooding my cheeks. The cheek she kissed was still burning, as if her lips had been made of fire. "Yeah, well, shut up. It doesn't even matter, because she still hates me. She made that evident when she turned me into Looney." I muttered. Even though I couldn't be mad at the girl, I could still act like I was.

"Drake, you know her and Pansy only did that because they were playing their usual prank on us. Which reminds me, we have to get them back." He said, and I had to admit that what he said was true.

"What are we going to do? Most of our pranks end up failing. Especially the ones you come up with." I said, remembering all the times we ended up the victims of our pranks, rather than the girls.

"Hey! Name one prank of mine that didn't go to plan!"

I rolled my eyes. So he was challenging me, was he? "Remember the time you put the itching potion into their drinks, only to mix up the cups and forget which ones were spiked? We ended up scratching every inch of ourselves until Chris stopped laughing hysterically long enough to get the anti-itch potion."

Blaise laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yeah… Well, this one will be BETTER than that one! We are going to beat the girls at their own game."

Hermione's POV:

"What did you and Blaise have to talk about? Unless it's a secret, then you don't have to tell me. But I still consider myself one of your best friends so I think you should. Merlin, I'm rambling again, aren't I?" Pansy rambled the second I closed the door.

"It's not really a secret anymore. I just admitted to him that I like Draco, and he said that he liked me back. I think he's expecting your help with setting us up, because I'm kind of nervous about telling him. Scratch that, I'm completely and utterly nervous about telling him and don't plan on doing so until he tells me." I told her, noticing her jaw drop by the first sentence, only to be replaced by giant grin.

"FINALLY; YOU ADMIT IT! I thought I was going to have to get you to drink Veritaserum for you to admit it!" she cried, waving her arms in the air.

I laughed and took a seat next to her on my bed, which didn't look quite so miserable anymore. "It kind of just came out. It was this whole rant, starting with how much I like him, and ending with he will never like me back. Blaise had to convince me that he did in fact like me, but I'm still not completely sure if it has sunken in."

"Oh no, don't you worry. He definitely likes you back. I swear, once you and Blaise disappeared he was all like 'She's so beautiful. I like her. Does she like me? Lah-dy-da-da .' I swear, he was basically vomiting rainbows and unicorns, that's how gross and sappy he was." She said with a shudder, and I had to suppress a giggle.

Just hearing Pansy say all this stuff about him was giving me butterflies, which was a completely new feeling to me. If Draco told her that he likes me, then he must, but then again, you never know with Pansy. He might've just said 'I like Hermione's pajamas.' And she would take that as 'I'm absolutely in love with this girl.'

"Yeah, I'm sure he said all that Pans." I said, rolling my eyes, and she hit me with a pillow.

"He DID!"

"Uh-huh. Oh, I also kissed him goodnight just then." I slipped in casually, and watched with amusement as her jaw hit the bedspread.

"No. Fucking. Way!" she squealed, pulling me into a massive hug.

"Pans! It was on the cheek!" I said while laughing.

"So what? It's a start!" she said, pulling back and jumping up and down on my bed, almost knocking me off.

I laughed at her, but climbed up onto my feet anyway and jumped around with her. I had never jumped around on my bed for a boy. I had never had butterflies for a boy. Hell, I'd hardly even liked any boys up to now! I guess I could safely say that Draco Malfoy was my first for all these things.

"You know, the boys are probably going to try and prank us back." Pansy said once we had calmed down and sat back on the bed.

"Who cares? I just want to sleep after that." I said, poking her in the side and crawling into the warmth that was my bed.

"Oh shut up. It's exciting, 'Mione liking her first boy! Anyway, yeah, I'm tired too." She said with a yawn, following me under the covers.

She turned on her side so that she was facing me. "Hey Mia, can I have a kiss?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

I hit her with my pillow and she laughed at me. "You know Pansy; I don't trust you sleeping in my bed, especially without a pillow barrier." I said with a wink.

"Oh Ha Ha. I'll try not to feel you up during the night." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"I would appreciate that. Goodnight Pans." I said, turning around so my back was facing her.

I heard her pick up her wand and turn the lights off. "Goodnight Hermione."

I tossed and turned for a few hours, unable to get what Blaise and Pansy had said out of my mind.

So he likes me? Or maybe he just wants to do me? Did he like the kiss? Is touching your cheek and whispering 'Goodnight Hermione' a good thing?

Finally I got to sleep, though my dreams were plagued by Draco. It would switch between him liking me, then him rejecting me and then it would repeat, over and over and over again.

When I woke up, the room seemed to be bathed in grey, the sun not quite reaching the windows, meaning that it was way too early to be awake. I fumbled for my iPod on my bedside table, which confirmed my suspicions, as it was only 6:30. I rolled over and saw that Pansy was still fast asleep, and no matter how hard I tried to go back to sleep, my head just wouldn't let me.

I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. If I was going to be awake from 6:30 on, I might as well be refreshed. The bathroom was also dimly lit, but I made do. I brushed my teeth in the sink before stripping out of my pajamas and into the shower. I rinsed my hair off, letting the drops drip from my hair. The hot water relaxed my tense muscles, and the steam clouded my mind, chasing away all coherent thoughts.

I stepped out of the relaxing shower when I realized that my fingers were starting to go all pruny. I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around me, letting my hair flop over one of my shoulders in a big wet mess.

I opened and closed the door behind me. The first thing I noticed was that two people had joined us while I had been in the bathroom, one of them being the blonde I have feelings for.

Draco's POV:

Blaise and I had decided on waking up early so that we could prank the girls before they woke up. We were planning on casting a sleeping charm on them, and using all that makeup against them, effectively making them look worse than Astoria when she decides to get all 'dolled up'. More like 'clowned up'.

We tip-toed, in the most manly way possible, across the hall at 7 on the dot and silently pushed the door open. The first thing we realized was that Hermione was not in bed. That was odd. Where else would she be at 7 in the morning? She was hardly a morning person, that much I knew.

Blaise turned to me and shrugged, walking further into the room and lowering himself into her desk chair. "We'll just wait for Hermione to come back, and then cast the sleeping charm on her, I guess."

"Sure." I said, shrugging one shoulder and walking over to her bedside table, where I could see a small shiny object. I picked it up and pressed the only button the face of the object, making it light up, scaring the living daylights out of me. When I had composed myself, I looked at the picture on the front, which was of Hermione and Blaise. On top of that was the time and date, and underneath it said 'Slide to unlock.' Slide? How the hell do I slide this thing? I stared at the thing in the palm of my hand, willing it to give me more information on how to 'slide' it.

I heard the bathroom door open and my head snapped up. Hermione was closing the bathroom door behind her, wrapped in nothing but a short baby-blue towel, giving me a great view of her body. Her eyes widened when she turned around and realized that Blaise and I were here. She almost lost her grip on her towel, and so tucked the corner in under it.

"What are you doing in here?" She whispered furiously.

"We were going to prank you back, but you were nowhere to be seen, so we made ourselves comfortable." Blaise answered. I seemed to have lost all capabilities of speaking. All I could do was watch each drop of water fall from her wet hair and onto her leg, sliding down it and onto her ankle. I was so absolutely mesmerized that I didn't realize she had spoken to me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, looking back up to her face. She had obviously caught me checking her out and was blushing a bright red.

"I said is that my iPod?" she re-asked, pointing to the shiny thing in my hand.

"iPod?" was all I asked and she let out a deep sigh, making her voluptuous chest heave and I started to stare again.

"Yes, it plays music and – DRACO! Can you please stop staring at me like that!" she accidently shouted that louder than intended, and Pansy sat straight up rubbing her tired eyes.

"Waz' going on?" she slurred, resting her hands on the duvet and looking between the three of us before her eyes rested on Hermione. "Hey, 'Mione, you don't have any clothes on. Were you planning on giving Draco a strip-tease? I'm sure he would like that."

Blaise sniggered behind me and Hermione reached a whole new level of red while Pansy just smiled lazily.

"I'm sure I would enjoy it. Do you mind, Hermione?" I asked her, smirking my trademark smirk.

She opened and closed her mouth, her cheeks continuing to redden. "I- You- Um…" I watched with amusement as she stumbled over her words, something Hermione Granger rarely did. "I'm going to go put some clothes on." She said quickly and rushed into her wardrobe.

Only after she had shut the door did I realize that she hadn't answered my question, meaning that technically, she didn't say no. Maybe there was a chance she liked me after all.

I sat on her bed and rested my head against the headboard as I thought over the possibility that Hermione liked me. I placed the 'iPod' back on her bedside table and vaguely heard Pansy and Blaise laughing. I only snapped back to reality when Pansy shoved me.

"What was that for?" I snapped at her. She rolled her eyes at me and settled back into a comfortable position.

"I was just asking you if you planned to do anything about this infatuation you have with Hermione." She said simply, looking at me with an all-knowing smile.

"I don't know. Maybe? It's the first time I've been nervous over a girl." I admitted. What was the point in pretending I didn't when I obviously did?

"Mate! She told both of us that she likes you! Go for it!" Blaise said, resting his forearms on his knees and leaning forward.

"Blaise is right. If you don't do something about this, then we will." Pansy chimed in with a dead serious expression on her face. It was a kind of scary.

I looked at both of them, and down at my hands. What the hell was I doing? I am Draco Malfoy, and I can get absolutely any girl I want, even Hermione! Not to mention the fact that it shouldn't be that hard as she seems to like me back.

Her wardrobe double doors opened and she stepped out of them again, this time in clothes. She had a pair of faded denim short shorts on, and a baggy yellow tank-top that said 'Coca-Cola' in white letters tucked into the shorts. Her hair was brushed and spilling over her shoulders in waves and curls. What she was wearing was completely casual, but it still did not fail to take my breath away.

"So, it's like, 7:30, right? Pansy why don't you have a shower and then we can go to that new beauty salon today? It's supposed to be the best of the best." She said and we all watched as Pansy jumped out the bed and shouted "YES!" before racing into the bathroom.

Hermione turned to both of us and looked us up and down. "I'm going to go have some breakfast. You might want to put a top on or something." She said, her eyes lingering on my toned torso.

"Nah, we're right, 'Mione. Actually, I'm pretty hungry myself. How about you, Draco?" Blaise asked, turning to me.

"Same here." I jumped off the bed and stretched, noticing how Hermione watched every muscle move.

"Whatever." She mumbled, tearing her eyes off me and walking out of the room. With one last smirk my way, Blaise followed, with me right behind.

I sat across from Hermione at the table, and Blaise sat next to me. She pushed her food around, occasionally taking a bite of it while Blaise chattered on about nothing in particular.

"I really want those new Quidditch gloves, don't you Drake? Maybe we should go with the girls today and get them while their out getting their makeovers." He said, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"Sure, sounds fun. What do you think Hermione?" I replied, watching her as I sipped my pumpkin juice.

"If you guys want to come then I'm fine with it, but you may have to wait a while seeing as we're going for a manicure and pedicure. We could get some ice-cream afterwards." She suggested. I shrugged and Blaise nodded eagerly.

"What about ice-cream?" Pansy asked, walking into the room and sitting next to Hermione. She poured herself some pumpkin juice and grabbed an apple.

"The boys are coming with us to Diagon Alley and after our trip to the salon we were going to go get ice-cream." Hermione answered, taking another bite of her toast.

"Awesome! In that case, I'll only have the apple. You know, got to watch out for my figure." Pansy said with a wink.

"If anything, you need to eat more. You look like a bloody stick!" Hermione chastised.

The rest of breakfast was spent with us just chatting. Marie, Chris, Nate and Cari came down around 8, and we told them our plans for the day.

"Ooh! Get me a ballerina from the toy shop! The one that twirls all around the room!" Cari requested, bouncing in her chair.

"Yeah, and I want a pair of those gloves as well!" Nate said, joining Cari in the bouncing.

When we assured them we would get a ballerina and three pairs of gloves, we decided that we better get going before it gets too busy. We said goodbye to everyone before flooing to the Leaky Cauldron.

By the time Hermione, Pansy, Blaise and I met back up at the ice-cream parlor, it was lunch time. We all got what we needed and hadn't had any trouble from any sneaky reporters… yet.

"Are you guys sure you want ice-cream for lunch? I mean, we can go to get pizza, and then come back, it's just down the street." Hermione said, pointing at the pizzeria a few stores away. We all agreed that that would be better and took off in that direction.

When we reached the pizzeria, the chef came out of the kitchen to greet us personally.

"Blaise! Hermione! Come stai?" he asked when he had hugged and kissed both of them. I knew enough Italian to know that meant 'how are you?'

"Ciao, Nino! Bene, bene, et tu?" Hermione said in fluent Italian, which shocked me, though I supposed spending so much time with the Zabini's, you kind of have to learn in order to understand Marie when she gets into one of her rants.

"Molto bene! What can I do for you today?" Nino said, swapping back to English.

"We were going to have lunch here actually." Blaise said, and the chef ushered us into a booth, which ended up with me sitting next to Hermione while Blaise sat next to Pansy.

"What would you like?" he asked us, getting out a muggle sketchpad and quill to take our orders.

"Pepperoni for me, as usual." Hermione said with a smile and Nino scribbled it down.

"I'll just share with you, I love pepperoni." I said when she looked at me for my order. She nodded and turned to face Blaise and Pansy.

"We're going to share a cheese and tomato pizza." Pansy said to Nino, who wrote this down as well.

"Four butter beers as well, per favore." Blaise said, and after writing that down, Nino took off back to the kitchen.

"I had no idea you liked pepperoni pizza, Draco." Hermione said turning to face me once again.

"I had no idea you spoke Italian." I retorted, raising an eyebrow. She smiled sheepishly and explained that Blaise taught her before she went to Italy in third year.

We fell into a comfortable silence while Blaise and Pansy talked about what we could day for the rest of the day. Occasionally we would suggest an idea, but we mostly just listened to the two flirt shamelessly. By the time the pizzas came back, they had decided on a bonfire later that night.

It was quite at our table for a whole five minutes, only the sounds of us chewing or taking an occasional drink of our butter beer were heard.

"So how do you guys know Nino?" Pansy asked, swallowing a mouthful of her pizza.

"Blaise and I come here all the time. After a while we just got to know everyone here. It's a nice place and its family owned." Hermione said, reaching over for another slice at the same time I did. Our hands touched lightly, and I made sure to drag my finger tips over the top of her hand. She shivered delicately before grabbing the closest piece and staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the universe.

When we had finished our meal and attempted to pay Nino, who assured us that it was on him, we walked back to the ice-creamery. We slid into a booth next to the front window while Blaise and Pansy went up to order our ice-creams.

"So…"

"So…"

"Your hairs a lot nicer now that it isn't a bushy mess." I said, cringing mentally at my feeble attempts at conversation.

"Uh… Thanks? You hairs a lot nicer now that it isn't all slicked back." She replied, sticking her tongue out at me playfully.

"Thanks." I grinned at her and she grinned back. She looked like she was going to say something else but Blaise and Pansy came back before she could.

I watched as she licked her chocolate ice-cream, and it was really doing things for me. To everyone else it probably completely innocent, but I couldn't get my mind of the way her tongue moved up and around the ice-cream. I hadn't realized how long I'd been staring until Blaise nudged me hard in the ribs.

"What?" I hissed, glaring daggers at him for ruining my show. He rolled his eyes at me and nodded in Hermione's direction.

"You were staring, and I think you may have drooled a little." He stated with a sly grin. I rubbed my mouth and discovered it drool-free and turned back to glare at him while he laughed at me.

I snuck a glance at Hermione and sighed in relief when she kept talking to Pansy and didn't notice me staring at her. I started on my own ice-cream, trying to come up with a plan to win over Hermione when I heard her calling me.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking up at her.

"You've got some stuff… Just here… No, here let me get it." She picked up a napkin and leant over the table between us and wiped away a bit of ice-cream on the corner of my lip.

"Oh… Thanks." I mumbled, offering her a small smile which she returned.

She turned to look out the window and the small fell off her face and was replaced with a frown. "Merlin! Why can't they just leave us alone and go annoy our parents or something!" she growled and we all turned to see a swarm of reporters snapping pictures of us through the window.

"I know." Pansy sighed, "Our parents are the socialites, anyway. Let's just go."

We all slid out of the booth and braced ourselves for the incoming questions from everyone.

"Draco, Hermione! Aren't you to enemies? You seemed to be cozying up in there." Someone shouted and more camera flashes went off in front of us.

I saw Blaise push through the crowd, holding Pansy close to him, so I grabbed Hermione's hand and did the same. Questions like "Are you officially and item?" or "When did you get together?" were heard all round, and some guy even asked "When the babies were due".

When we reached the Leaky Cauldron, Blaise and Pansy were already waiting for us. Sometime during the onslaught of reporters, my arm had found its way around her waist, and one of her hands was tangled in the back of my shirt. We didn't drop our hands straight away, and instead opted for looking at each other shyly, until someone cleared their throat.

"You lovebirds ready to go?" Blaise asked, chuckling at my groan of frustration at being interrupted. Hermione blushed and nodded, removing her hand from my back and walking towards the fireplace in the back. Blaise and Pansy both followed after her and with one last frustrated sigh, I flooed back to Zabini Manor.

When I stepped out everyone was reading a piece of parchment in Hermione's hand. She looked over at me when I moved next to her to get a better look.

"Marie and Chris have taken Nate and Cari to the theatre in wizarding London." She explained, tossing the note back onto to couch. I nodded and we turned back to the others.

"How about we put our purchases away and start on the bonfire? It's going to be dark in twenty minutes or so." Pansy said, and made her way up the stairs to Hermione's room.

After throwing down the bags in Blaises room, we met the girls back outside in the garden next to the pool. We decided to find the wood the muggle way and then let Pansy set it on fire. By the time we were done it had gotten quite dark, and Pansy was just putting the last charm on it so that it wouldn't spread and end up burning down half the house.

We all sat on the lush green grass and stared into the fire. Blaise was sitting next to Pansy and I was sitting next to Hermione. Our hands were stretched out behind us, holding us up and our legs were lightly touching.

The fire was lighting up her features and making her glow and for the third time that day, I found myself staring at her.

"What?" she asked when she turned her head to look at me.

"Nothing." I replied, but didn't stop looking at her. She smiled self consciously and looked up at the sky.

"It's beautiful." She murmured, her eyes parting slightly as she continued to stare upwards.

"Yeah, it is." I whispered, still not taking my eyes off her.

She turned her head again and realized that I wasn't talking about the stars at all. She blushed and turned back to looking into the fire. She leaned into me so that her head was on my shoulder.

"Are you just saying that?" she whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear her.

"No, you really are beautiful." I said, and rested my cheek on the top of her head.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it must've been a while because we soon dozed off to sleep, warmed only by the fire in front of us.

"Ciao, Nino. Bene, bene, et tu?" = "Hello, Nino. Good, good, and you?"

"Molto bene." = "Very good."

"Per favore." = "Please."

I actually am Italian, so I felt the need to include some in here :)

Okay, so I'll ask the question again: Do you think Blaise and Pansy should get together, and if not, then who should Blaise have?

You guys are so lucky that I was sick for two days in a row, or you might not have this chapter right now ;)

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